63 During the Autumn Hunt

The process lasted for about a minute. When they withdrew their gazes, they looked at each other, only to find virtually the same expression in one another's eyes.

Li An'an had no idea how her phone call with Chu Yichen had come to an end. On the other end of the line, his voice had been low, unhurried yet suffocating, unwittingly compelling her to lay bare her inseparable love for her children.

His body felt as though it had been frozen stiff; his movements were exceedingly rigid, and the process of picking up the token was painfully slow.

After wandering around all day without finding a suitable candidate, it was a bit regrettable, though he felt not a shred of disappointment. This wasn't due to a lack of options, but simply poor luck—he just hadn't crossed paths with one yet.

"No, it's not the ninth level..." the two disciples mumbled weakly. How were they to know he would be so persistent? If he hadn't persisted, he only needed to give up and remain still for ten seconds, and the stairway to heaven would have ended on its own.

Under normal circumstances, Yu Chuqing would have long since lost her temper at Ye Gong, but right now she had no heart for that. Her palms were slick with sweat, a trace of panic surfaced on her pretty face, and at the same time, a surge of anger rose in her heart.

The mere appearance of this object before Ning Fuchen inflicted immense psychological pressure upon him. He could not gauge its potential power in the slightest; it had completely surpassed his expectations.

Hearing his mother's complaints, Shen Jun felt a headache coming on. It seemed she would never understand his ambitions or his thoughts, caring only about trivial, mundane matters.

What is the greatest advantage for contractors entering derivative worlds? Are they stronger than the natives? No, Qin Tianci could pat his chest and swear that Levi and Mikasa were stronger than any single one of their dozens of contractors. Even the colossal titan, given a well-chosen moment of entry, could completely annihilate this group of contractors.

"Sister Xiao, it is so warm in here!" Lin Yushi said with a smile as she let her maid unfasten her cloak, then walked over gracefully to sit beside Xiao Xiwei.

Just because of the so-called ill-fated destiny, he had been sent away for years. After the Taoist temple burned down, upon returning home, he was cast out with nothing more than a bag of steamed buns.

"I really wouldn't have thought that brute Zheng Changdong could actually be so ruthless to himself. Was Li Meng truly helpless?" Ji Shinian cursed in a low voice.

Gradually, Lin Nuannuan's hand drifted to Old Madam Lin's temples. Her fingers eventually brushed gently against those dark spots on the old madam's skin—connected piece by piece, deep-colored and expansive. She knew these were outward manifestations of liver and kidney deficiency, as well as stagnation of vital energy and blood stasis.

"Good wife, don't be angry anymore," Xiao Yan flashed a cheeky grin, his handsome face drawing close before Ji Xinliang.

This man was far too domineering, far too unreasonable, perhaps even surpassing Jun Limo in that regard.

"Weiwei, those photos are all fake. I haven't done anything to let you down. Will you please trust me?" Qi Xuyao blurted out anxiously.

Just as she caught her breath, her phone rang again. Pulling it out, she glanced at the screen—it was Gong Xieze's private number.

"What happened at that moment?" She knew it was cruel to keep asking, but she still needed to know.

Before Lin Nuannuan could stop her, she saw Qiu Nong raise her head, her forehead already marked with a patch of crimson.

Looking into her half-open eyes, Jun Wuji grew even more intoxicated and delirious, sensing that she was completely prepared.

However, Di Kuncheng's gaze toward his wife was different from usual. Without a word, he approached Luzhu and headed straight into the bedroom.

Hearing her sister remain silent for a long time, Guan Xiuyan finally noticed her absent-minded state. "Sister—" she softly called out to Madam Guan, waving a hand in front of her eyes.

Before them lay a sea of ice lotus flowers, but what stunned them was not the sea of flowers itself, but the crystal-clear, frost-covered ice coffin resting at its center.

"Why don't you come back to stay at the villa with me tonight? It's livelier with more people," Cheng Donglin suggested.

Gu Jiaqi had no temper left—or rather, any temper he once possessed had long since been ground away by Da Hu's brutal, ironclad training. Following Lin Feng's instructions, he drove them directly to his home.

"Brother A-yuan!" Her finger swiped across the screen and brought the phone to her ear, calling out sweetly before the other person could speak.

Inside the Weiyang Palace, Empress Lü was already waiting at the banquet. Suddenly, word came that the emperor and empress had arrived hand in hand to pay their respects. Empress Lü maintained a calm expression and ordered them to be brought in. Liu Ying walked in with a fond smile, holding Zhang嫣's hand. As they descended the steps, he steadied Zhang嫣, who shook her head to indicate she was fine. Empress Lü took note of everything.

Meng Dongyun stood in her backyard, wrapped in a man's winter coat that felt like a quilt draped over her. It wasn't quite as cold, but she felt somewhat irritated.

"..." The Divine Lord and Huangfu Shen stared at him in this state, swallowing the reprimands they had been ready to unleash.

Empress Qi sipped her tea, noticing that Jing Qing remained silent, standing there in a daze as if lost in thought. Setting down her tea, Empress Qi rose, walked over, and gently called her name, "Jing Qing, Jing Qing." Seeing no response, she waved a hand before Jing Qing's eyes, finally coaxing her wandering thoughts back to reality.

"No, how could that be? We sense that it's right nearby, perhaps even on this very floor," the fiend hurriedly explained.

Regardless of how the Rakshasa Soul Heaven Sect's power develops and expands, at the very least, during a time of crisis, members sheltered within the sect's mountain gates would be entirely safe.

The Shadow Demon Doppelganger monster let out a shrill scream, and a massive wave of baleful aura began to disperse wildly in all directions. As it spread, the demonic sound rose in unison.

"You wait outside for a moment; I'll go in first," Elder Zhao glanced at Qian Degui, then lowered his voice to tell Zhang Yi.

Wei Jie's official rank was already higher than Yuan Zhi's. As a dutiful and cautious man, Yuan Zhi naturally would not breach etiquette, stepping forward immediately to bow and pay his respects to Wei Jie.

Meanwhile, within the space where Song Ming had first arrived, two strands of consciousness were engaged in deep-level collision and communication.

Furthermore, the fatty transmitted a voice message to Chu Yan, telling him that the defensive spirit array on the golden tower was of an extremely high grade. Although it looked like a single layer of golden light shield, there were actually at least five layers in total. Even for him, it would take around a hundred breaths of time to possibly break through it.

Zhang Yi found this figure hard to believe—how could a security guard possibly be allocated so much money?

I knew what Grandpa meant; he wanted to bury the knife-hilt. Unwilling to give up—what if the knife-hilt was still alive?—I immediately reached out to test his breathing, only to find that his face had already grown ice-cold.

However, the Dragon Whip was a high-grade divine artifact that even immortals of Marshal Tianpeng and Wu Gang's caliber could only dream of and never be blessed to enjoy, let alone one monopolized and exclusively shared by the ruler of the Three Realms, the Jade Emperor.

"Step back, all of you." Hong Zhan and Zhao Hai Tian exchanged glances, and then both gave a helpless command.

"Luxi... I won't leave you." The young man tightened his embrace around Luxi, seemingly sensing her inner anxiety.